While sleeping I see…

I am standing in the back of a U-Haul type truck that is completely packed. I am standing on the ledge holding a rifle that reaches from the floor to the ceiling. I am speaking to a highway patrolman. He and I know that I am on the right side and it is OK for me to have a rifle. I’m wondering if the gun will fit back here without getting hit by the door when I close it. I push it further into the packed items.

Snap. My friend Bubba is driving the truck. It has a front and back seat in the cab. I’m in the back seat. There are several random, unspecified people in the cab. We are going on an adventure, possible involving camping. We are going north, somewhere cold. Bubba looks over his shoulder to ask me how I’m doing. He says we can stop here because there is a (don’t remember name) and there is another one further past our destination. I tell him to just go on. It is getting later in the evening but still light outside. After awhile I ask him how much further because I may need to use the bathroom. He says 142 miles (I think. Or an hour and 42 minutes, maybe). He pulls in to a gas station.